Funerals and Weddings

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Chapter the Sixty-first: Power
27 January, night


Slipping in the Room of Requirement late that night, Harry was surprised to see Draco stretched out on their usual, elaborate bed.

“Draco, are you awake?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Yes, I’m awake. Just…resting. I’m tired,” Draco answered. “Come lie down with me.”

Harry put his satchel on the sofa and kicked off his shoes before lying down on his side, facing Draco. He didn’t like how pale his boyfriend looked. Granted, pale was normal for Draco, but not colourless.

“Draco, I think you’ve overdone it. You’re still recovering from that hideous curse, after all. I know a lot of what we’ve done the past couple of days has been necessary, but I think you need to get some rest. Straight out of the hospital to deal with Ron and Hermione, then into the Great Hall for that rather…interesting dinner, followed almost immediately by a confrontation with the Slytherins—”

“And all topped off with the most amazing, intense sex of my life,” Draco finished, running his palm up Harry’s chest as he turned on his side to face him. “I’m okay, Harry. I promise. Perhaps I have done a lot and now I’m tired—I’ll be fine in the morning after a good night’s sleep. So don’t worry, all right?”

Draco leaned in to kiss Harry. When he would have taken it deeper, Harry pulled back.

“Not that I don’t want you, Draco, but we need to hold off for a bit. For one reason, you need to rest, and two, there are some things we should probably talk about,” Harry said.

Draco sighed and shifted position. “Yeah, yeah. All right. What do we need to talk about?”

Then Draco chuckled when he saw the faint blush tinge Harry’s cheeks. “Ah, sex is the topic. Last night’s incredible event, I assume?”

Harry smiled self-deprecatingly. “Yeah, that’s it. I…I just need to ask you something about last night…about something you said, before we…”

Draco lifted a brow. “Fucked like bunnies?”

Harry smacked Draco half-heartedly on the arm as he sniggered. “Seriously, Draco…”

Draco sobered and pulled himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard. He motioned for Harry to sit in the vee of his legs. Once Harry’s back was pressed against his chest, and his arms wrapped firmly around Harry’s chest in turn, Draco said, “Okay, I’m sorry, I can be serious now. What did you want to ask?”

“I wanted to know exactly what you meant when you said you ‘felt my power,’” Harry said.

“I figured as much,” Draco replied. “I don’t know how else to explain it. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I was standing there, trying to decide which hex to use on Nott, and then there was this…wave…of…power. Your magic—I could feel it wash over me, run though me. It was like raw energy…and it was all you, Harry. Had I not known you were in the room, and that had happened, I would have still known it was you! I don’t know if it’s because we’re lovers, that I’m more tuned to your magical signature or what, but it was like I was suddenly drowning in this overpowering wave of you. And, gods, Harry, I have never, ever been so turned on in my life as I was at that moment.”

Harry looked back over his shoulder at Draco. “Yeah, I noticed,” he said dryly.

As he turned his head back around, he felt Draco’s body tense. He looked back again to see a disquieted expression on Draco’s face.

“What is it, love? What’s wrong?” Harry asked, feeling a bit uneasy at the sudden change in Draco’s demeanor.

Draco met Harry’s eyes. “I just realised…last night…things got so out of control. I was out of control. Harry…did I…hurt you?”

“No! No, Draco, you didn’t hurt me!” Harry twisted around to face his lover. “Not at all. Quite the opposite, rather. To say I enjoyed it would be a massive understatement!”

Draco sighed and relaxed in relief. “Oh, good. It hadn’t occurred to me until just that moment, that I was probably rather rough. If I had hurt you…”

“You didn’t. I promise. If it makes you feel better, I swear that if you ever do anything I don’t enjoy, I will tell you, all right? And you the same for me. Then neither of us will have to worry or wonder,” Harry said firmly. “Agreed?”

“Yes. And it was incredible, wasn’t it? Gods…” Draco sighed, his eyes closing as he remembered. His eyes snapped open. “Harry.”

Harry raised his brows in silent query.

“I know I felt that wave of your magic, and I know how it affected me, but what about you? Did you feel it? I mean, when you cast?”

“Well, I can’t say as I felt any different than I normally do when I use strong magic. You know, it’s funny, I’ve never discussed what doing magic feels like with anyone. I know how it feels for me, but not for anyone else. I’ve always assumed it felt the same for everyone. But maybe not. For me, any time I cast a spell that requires a lot of magic, there’s a sort of…rush, I guess you could say. Not a sexual one, though. It’s like there’s a…humming in my blood. Do you know what I mean?” Harry tried to explain, but struggled to put it into words.

Draco nodded. “Yes, I do. Humming in the blood—that’s a pretty accurate description. So you felt nothing different when you cast that spell? It’s hard to believe, seeing as I’m around you all the time and I don’t normally feel your magic that way.”

Harry scratched his head. “Let’s see, last night…well, I was pretty fucking angry. All of that shite Nott was spouting off about…damn, Draco, I’ll never understand how you keep in control the way you do. It was all I could do not to scream and there you stood, cool as a cucumber.

“So I was incredibly pissed off and when he raised his wand to you, I lost it. When I saw you lift yours, it just flashed into my head that I could do something—and it would look like you had done it—and I reacted as soon as I thought it. I just lifted my hands and—”

“Wait—are you saying you did that wandlessly?” Draco asked, eyebrows disappearing into the hair hanging across his forehead.

Harry looked startled. “Er, yeah, I guess I did. Hadn’t realised that. I mean, I just acted and after that everything became a bit of a sexual blur, so…hmmm. Wow.”

“I’ll say. Harry, I knew you could do wandless, but nothing that powerful. What else can you do?”

“I don’t know. I mean, you’ve seen the stuff I can usually do—summoning, cleansing, nothing fancy. Oh—and a bed in the infirmary. But I didn’t move it far. What about you?” Harry looked slightly embarrassed by Draco’s scrutiny of his abilities.

“To be honest, like you, I’ve never tried anything all that difficult or powerful without my wand. Want to try now?” Draco looked interested in the challenge.

Harry started to agree, then looked at his still-pale lover. “You’re not exactly at your best right now, Draco. I’d hate for you to drain yourself. Maybe you should wait until you’ve rested some.”

Draco started to argue, but seeing the stubborn look on Harry’s face, changed his mind. He was awfully tired. He’d probably just embarrass himself if he tried. With a sigh, he nodded. “Yeah, all right. But you can.”

Harry looked a little nervous, but nodded. “What should I try then?”

Draco considered, then closed his eyes for a moment. A large pile of pillows appeared in the middle of the room, not far from the foot of the bed. “Since we’re not sure what will happen, pillows might be the safest bet. Try repelling them like you did Nott.”

Harry turned and focused on the pillows. Lifting his hands, he pushed out with his magic. The top one wobbled, then fell off the stack.

Harry laughed. “Well, that was successful!”

He turned to see Draco studying him with a curious expression. “What?”

“You didn’t say a spell, Harry. Did you cast against Nott nonverbally last night?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, I was hiding, right? I couldn’t shout anything.” Harry seemed puzzled that Draco was surprised to learn this.

“Of course, but I guess I assumed you’d just whispered it. Hmm…” Draco thought for a moment. “Maybe you have to have worked up some emotion—something to get your adrenaline flowing. Why don’t you try getting angry and doing it?”

Harry laughed again. “Draco, I can’t just ‘get angry.’ I need something to be angry about!”

“Well, think of something that makes you mad. Like…the Dark Lord or Bellatrix or those rotten Muggles that raised you,” Draco coaxed.

“Fine. I’ll try. Give me a minute.”

Turning back to the pillows, Harry tried thinking about all the terrible things Uncle Vernon had ever said to him about his parents. Everything he’d ever said about Harry being a freak. The taunts, the insults. All of those lonely, dark nights in the cupboard under the stairs. All the beatings he’d suffered at Dudley’s hands. Aunt Marge calling his father a useless wastrel who killed himself and his wife drink driving. Feeling his anger build, he concentrated on the pillows and visualised the Dursleys’ faces. Lifting his hands, he pushed out.

The pillows lifted and flew back a metre or two.

Harry opened his eyes. “Hey, it worked! You were right!”

Draco grinned at him. “Naturally.”

“Oh, shut it, you prat,” Harry said affectionately, smacking Draco’s leg.

“What were you thinking of?” Draco asked.

“The Muggles,” Harry said, his face darkening.

Draco moved off the bed and rebuilt the pillows into a stack. Sitting back down on the end of the mattress, he faced Harry. “Now, try it again. Think about a time that you were so furious, you saw red.”

Rolling his shoulders, Harry nodded. Draco’s body was partially blocking his view of his target, but Harry could see enough to aim and he wasn’t in the line of fire. He brought to mind thoughts of Bellatrix trying to kill that old wizard in Ireland, of her duelling and killing Sirius, of her cursing Draco…focusing on his rage, he closed his eyes, gathered his magic and forced it outwards.

Thud. Thudthud. The dull sounds of pillows hitting the wall caused Harry’s eyes to pop open. He was a bit stunned to see the pillows on the far side of the room, against the wall. Turning to grin his triumph at Draco, his smile faltered when he saw the predatory look in Draco’s darkened eyes.

“Hey! I did—Draco?”

Draco’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, trying to rein in his urge to ravish Harry.

“Again?” Harry asked weakly. “It’s affected you again?”

Draco nodded, never taking his eyes off Harry. “Oh, yeah. Harry…” he paused, licking his lips as his eyes dropped to Harry’s mouth. “Gods, I don’t know what you’re doing…what your magic is doing…I just…I want you. I need you, Harry.”

As he moved forward, Harry scooted back along the mattress, towards the head of the bed. “Draco…I…we can’t...you shouldn’t…you need to rest…”

Crawling after his retreating lover, Draco pushed Harry down and covered his body with his own. Looking down into Harry’s brilliant green eyes, he rolled his hips, bringing his erection into contact with Harry’s groin.

“Harry…do you really think I can…rest…with this…” another roll of his hips had Harry groaning. “…begging for attention? This…” hip roll “…needing to feel you? Do you, Harry?”

Panting, Harry held Draco’s hips to keep him still. “Draco, stop…you’re making it hard for me to push you away…”

“Hard?” Draco purred, pressing his length against Harry.

Harry groaned, at both pun and the sensation. He gave up trying to be noble and rebuff Draco—Draco was way too turned on to be turned away and Harry wasn’t exactly disinterested. Making his decision, he wrapped his arms around Draco and flipped him.

“You want me? You have me—but you’ll have me my way. My rules,” Harry said, kissing along Draco’s well-defined jaw.

“Your rules?” Draco gasped as Harry’s tongue dipped inside his ear.

Harry lifted his head. “Yeah, my rules.” He took Draco’s hands and placed them on either side of his head on the mattress. “The rules are: no touching. Let me do the work. You just…enjoy.”

Keeping his fingers intertwined with Draco’s, Harry leaned down and took Draco’s mouth in a heated kiss. Draco responded, his tongue sliding against Harry’s as they explored each other’s mouths. As often as they’d done this, Draco never tired of it. He felt like he could kiss Harry forever.

But tonight was Harry’s game and Draco didn’t bother protesting when Harry’s mouth left his to move down his neck, leaving a wet trail from kisses and licks. He arched his back when that mouth closed over his nipple. His muscles tensed when that tongue traced his abs and swirled around his belly button. Draco couldn’t decide if time was moving too slow or too fast—it seemed that Harry was racing down his body, but that he was being completely thorough in his ministrations as well, taking his time to arouse Draco into a state of utter need. When that hot mouth closed around his straining erection, Draco clenched his own hair to keep from grabbing at Harry and cried out at the sharp arrows of pleasure shooting through his entire being.

Harry smiled around his mouthful at Draco’s reaction. Whatever the feel of Harry’s magic did to him, Harry liked it. He whispered a lubrication spell and began using his fingers to prepare Draco as he sucked and licked the length of Draco’s cock.

“Harry, please! Now, I need you now!” Draco was panting and writhing, desperate in his need. The effect of Harry’s magic was an immediate heightened state of arousal and the feel of Harry’s hands and mouth had brought him rapidly to the edge. “Now, now, now, now!”

Draco’s chants ended on a choked moan as Harry pushed his slicked cock past his entrance. He pushed down as Harry slid deeper inside his body. They both groaned when Harry’s balls slapped against Draco’s arse.

And then it was all a blur—a blur of speed and heat and panting cries and moaning pleas. Draco met Harry thrust for thrust. Wrapping his hand around Draco’s leaking erection, Harry worked him in time to his plunging hips. Harry felt Draco tense an instant before his own climax crashed over him, Draco’s clenching channel milking him of his essence. Draco still shuddered beneath him as Harry collapsed weakly on his lover’s chest, heedless of the sticky mess that covered it.

After a few moments, Harry lifted himself off Draco and rolled to the side. He cast the cleansing charms and wrapped his arms around Draco when the blond snuggled against him. He Accio’d the covers from the foot of the bed and kissed the top of Draco’s head.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Mmmm…never better,” Draco purred. “Can we stay here tonight? I want to sleep with you.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ll set an alarm to wake us,” Harry replied. After setting his wand to wake them, he pushed it under his pillow.

“Good night, Draco,” he whispered.

“Good night, Harry,” Draco murmured back, kissing his chest. To himself, he added, ‘I love you.’

Closing his eyes, Harry’s last thought as he drifted off to sleep was, ‘I love you.’

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